allonlinenovel Chapter 213: Rough Man vs. Pretty Widow 21
Chapter 213: Rough Man vs. Pretty Widow 21
Song Yuanzhou lowered his eyes and looked at her, with an indescribable feeling in his heart.
It's only been three days. Is he going to declare surrender in three days?
He is a person who has been reborn. He knows exactly what kind of person she was and what kind of person she will be in the future. Even so, he still chooses to fall into her hands.
No, he must change the ending of his previous life and not let this woman who once destroyed everything for him have another chance to get close to him.
"I……"
Before he finished speaking, Aunt Chen's voice came from inside.
"Yuanzhou, are you talking?"
Aunt Chen seemed to have gotten out of bed, and I could hear her limping footsteps leaving the room.
He turned around and looked towards Aunt Chen's room.
The next moment, a milky hand covered his lips and pushed him into the darkness.
His stiff back hit the wall heavily, and he looked at her in surprise as she threw herself into his arms. Her body, softer than cotton, pressed against him defenselessly, fitting perfectly.
Meng Jiaojiao put her hand on her mouth and made a "hush" gesture, leaned close to him and whispered:
"I've been looking good in front of your mother lately. If she finds out that I've come to see you, she'll think I'm a widow who can't bear the loneliness."
The hot breath exhaled by Song Yuanzhou hit her palm. Perhaps she felt uncomfortable with the dampness in her palm, or perhaps she was afraid that she couldn't hear what he said, so she quickly moved her palm away.
Song Yuanzhou stared at him without saying anything.
This wall is only separated from Aunt Chen's room by a corner, but because it is too dark, if you don't look carefully, you won't notice that there are two people hiding in such a small corner.
The cramped environment and the ambiguous distance between the two of them that almost blended into one made Song Yuanzhou's heart beat faster for some reason. He lowered his eyes, trying to see the calculating expression on her face.
But to his disappointment, there was indeed some triumphant thought in her eyes, but it was only because she was sure that he would not dare to make a sound to let his mother know.
For some reason, he also wanted to see her blushing, her heart beating fast, and her helpless look.
"Aren't you tired of being lonely?"
Meng Jiaojiao placed one hand on his chest, her fingertips circling his faintly protruding pectoral muscles, and suddenly curved her lips.
"Does it seem obvious?"
Hearing this, Song Yuanzhou lowered his eyes again to look at her deliberately teasing fingertips, suddenly raised his hand to grab them, and leaned forward slightly to look down at her.
“It’s almost written on his face.”
Meng Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows slightly, raised the corners of her mouth, lightly tapped his mouth with her toes, and pecked his mouth with her lips.
"This way, it's more obvious, isn't it?"
Song Yuanzhou's eyes froze, and his hold on her hand loosened a little unconsciously, but his gaze remained firm, and his righteousness made her feel uneasy.
Not getting the right response, Meng Jiaojiao shook her head a little disappointedly: "Forget it, it seems that it is not the right time yet, I'll come back next time."
Taking her hand back, she patted his chest vigorously: "Warrior, I admire you."
After saying that, he turned around to pick up his shoes.
But before he could turn around, his arm was pulled back forcefully, and the bodies that had just been separated were pressed together again.
The next moment, the lips were blocked.
"Yuanzhou? Are you outside?"
Aunt Chen's figure and voice were getting closer and closer. Before Meng Jiaojiao could even blink, he hugged her waist tightly. After a few steps, they were back to Song Yuanzhou's room.
The lights inside were still on, and Meng Jiaojiao quickly saw through his emotions.
As if in revenge, he held her lips tightly without giving her a chance to breathe. His heartbeat was so fast that his whole body was burning hot, and beads of sweat could be seen on his exposed arms.
It's just a kiss, why are you so excited?
As expected of a man who had served in the army for seven years, his body was as strong as a solid wall of iron and steel, and after it clamped her, there was no sign of looseness.
Meng Jiaojiao was kissed to the point of being short of breath, and her body kept struggling. Her slender arms, which were incomparable to his, patted his shoulders, but she didn't wait to let him go, which made him more reckless.
The rough big hand directly lifted up her skirt, and the next step was predictable.
This is not an expression of love, nor does it fit his personality.
Meng Jiaojiao realized that she had gone too far, so she could only lean back repeatedly to indicate that she didn't want to continue.
But he was happy to see her finally panicked expression, especially the way her eyes half-blinked as she tried to follow his gaze, trying to make him understand her rejection at the moment.
How could it be possible? How could he miss such a rare opportunity to embarrass her?
She couldn't break free, so she could only bite his lower lip hard, and the taste of blood began to spread in her mouth.
He finally let her go as if he had let out a sigh of relief, but he still held her wrist tightly.
The corners of his lips curled up sarcastically and his gaze was fixed on her angry eyes.
"Isn't this what you want? Why are you hiding? Or are you trying to play hard to get? Meng Jiaojiao, don't you do a thorough job when you act?"
Meng Jiaojiao sneered, then stopped laughing and looked back at him calmly.
"So you're reminding me not to mess with you?"
He blinked slowly and pulled his hand back, letting her wrist fall.
"Isn't it obvious enough?"
After staring at him for a long time, I found that he was not saying anything against his will.
Meng Jiaojiao sighed self-deprecatingly, then raised her eyes with a smile on her face.
"I thought too simply. I thought too simply of you."
She paused, suddenly thought of something, and asked with a smirk, "Song Yuanzhou, it must be very uncomfortable to kiss someone you hate, right?"
He looked at her smile which was totally different from her usual one, and felt his heart being pulled for no apparent reason. It wasn't painful, but it was sore and swollen.
Not hearing any answer, Meng Jiaojiao turned around and answered the question herself, opened the door and walked out. Before leaving, she even looked at his whole body frivolously.
"Thank me, no one else can give you this experience."
The arms hanging by his sides tightened unconsciously, and the winding blue veins on them seemed about to burst through the flesh.
His lips were straight as he watched her bend down and casually pick up her shoes, then climb up the wall with a swagger and flip over without any hesitation.
So the final result was not better than he expected, and he was still the one standing here thinking about it.
And she was still like a playboy, crawling in, teasing him, and then crawling back unscathed.
His original intention was just to make her angry, but in the end he failed to even do that.
He is the one who is angry.
He was also the one who felt unsatisfied.
Song Yuanzhou, you are really useless...
……
Without a mobile phone or an alarm clock, the crowing of the rooster is the time to wake up.
She has always had good sleep and had no mobile phone messages to deal with, so after getting up, she ran to the brick factory to monitor the workers, feeling refreshed.
Because the work is piece-rate, workers go to work very early just to earn a little more.
Factory Manager Huang was also very serious. When he found out his bricks had been booked, even his expression changed and he was in high spirits the whole day.
Ten days later, someone from Boss Ma came to deliver a message saying that the land had finally been acquired and the foundation had already been laid. Bricks would be needed in at least half a month.
This was to urge the progress. Fortunately, she had prepared in advance, so she was not panicked at all. After receiving the 30% deposit, she immediately paid the workers' wages.
The workers who received the money worked harder, and Director Huang felt more confident in continuing to recruit workers.
Two days later, the factory was running out of space to store bricks, so Meng Jiaojiao asked Director Huang to contact the tractor in the village that had previously hauled bricks for him to tow some to the steel plant first.
She herself followed the tractor into the city.
I've been busy making money recently and haven't paid attention to Song Yuanzhou for a long time.
The last time we met was the day after I climbed over the wall of his house.
She greeted him as usual as if nothing had happened, but he turned around and walked away, even more indifferent than before.
She also didn't expect that after kissing the male protagonist, not only did her popularity not increase, but it pushed him further away.
I still hate her. This vicious woman who ruined his life should not even react to his death.
She actually thought it was simple at the time. She must have lost her mind just for the sake of 10 million.
As soon as the tractor arrived at the steel plant, someone came to take it. It was said that the person who took it was Boss Ma’s nephew, named Ma Yanqing.
The young man, who was just in his twenties, had thick eyebrows and big eyes and looked quite handsome. He was dressed very simply and it was obvious that he had just entered society and was very polite to everyone.
Uncle Song from the village made a list of the bricks that had been delivered, clearly stating the number of bricks.
Ma Yanqing took the list and signed it carefully, then asked the workers to unload the goods.
When he accidentally glanced at Meng Jiaojiao, he was stunned for a moment and asked Uncle Song, "Who is that?"
Uncle Song looked back and replied with a smile: "That's Meng Jiaojiao, a young widow in our village, but now she's the boss of a brick factory. She negotiated with your boss for these bricks. She's amazing."
Upon hearing this, Ma Yanqing looked at her again. She was squinting her eyes and shielding the sun with her hands. Her palm-sized face had delicate features and was very pretty. Her pigtails were loose and black, and they looked even more shiny under the sun.
The man was leaning on the rusty iron sheet like a lazy cat, his glowing white arms pressing against the iron sheet, leaving red marks, making people want to condemn the ignorant iron sheet.
The ankle-length floral skirt fluttered in the wind, and it seemed as if the girl's body fragrance could be smelled in the air.
Ma Yanqing swallowed unconsciously and walked towards her.
"Hello, comrade. I am Ma Yanqing." He stretched out his hand to her nervously.
Meng Jiaojiao was feeling annoyed by the sun and turned to look unconsciously when she heard the sound.
She had just heard him introduce himself to Uncle Song, so she naturally knew who he was.
She smiled and extended her hand: "Hello, I'm Meng Jiaojiao."
It's impolite to chat with others while sitting on it, so she asked him to help her and jumped off the tractor.
But she wasn't paying attention when she was dancing, and the hem of her skirt got caught on the wire, and with a crackling sound, a large piece of it was torn off.
Fortunately, the skirt was long enough to only expose the calves.
Meng Jiaojiao looked back and frowned slightly.
Seeing this, Ma Yanqing quickly took off his work clothes to cover her lower body.
With an apologetic look on his face, he said, "I'm sorry. It's all my fault. If I hadn't come to say hello to you, your skirt wouldn't have…"
Meng Jiaojiao took his work clothes and waved her hand nonchalantly: "What does this have to do with you? I didn't pay attention."
Then she turned around and asked, "Do you have scissors in your factory?"
Ma Yanqing was stunned, and nodded quickly: "I'll get it for you right away!"
He was about to run away, but Meng Jiaojiao quickly stopped him: "Wait, I'll go with you, so you don't have to run back and forth."
Ma Yanqing touched his head embarrassedly and said, "Okay, I'll take you to my office."
This young man looked honest. Meng Jiaojiao didn't want him to blame himself, so she took the initiative to joke: "It's amazing that you still have an office."
Ma Yanqing led her to the factory, blushing and grinning: "It was all arranged by my uncle. He's very capable. I just came here to make a living."
Meng Jiaojiao looked around at the construction of the steel plant and replied naturally, "That's great. Your uncle must have trusted your ability to let you do the work."
It was the first time that someone praised him like this. Ma Yanqing was so embarrassed that he didn't even know where to put his hands. He could only keep raising his hand to ask her to follow him.
"By the way, I heard that Song Yuanzhou from our village is also here. Do you know what he is responsible for?"
When they were almost at the door of his office, Meng Jiaojiao suddenly asked.
Ma Yanqing didn't have any tricks and answered them all at once:
"He was just an ordinary worker before. Later, because our steel mill's goods were to be sold abroad, we needed people who could speak foreign languages to communicate with foreigners. He said that he had taught himself foreign languages in the army. My uncle also believed in him, so now he mainly connects with foreign customers here."
As he spoke, he showed an envious expression: "Song Yuanzhou is really amazing. He speaks foreign languages as fluently as foreigners. Now he is responsible for all the exports of our factory. The whole factory depends on him."
So that's why. No wonder he can run back and forth so leisurely.
However, in the original work, Song Yuanzhou did not know foreign languages and was just a typical country boy. It seemed that he put into use what he learned in his previous life after his rebirth.
Not far away, Song Yuanzhou was discussing the arrangements after the factory was built with Boss Ma. Suddenly, he saw the familiar figure and his eyes followed him unconsciously.
Boss Ma followed the line of sight and laughed, "See? Beautiful women are in high demand everywhere. My nephew, who is usually quiet, actually started talking to Jiaojiao."
After that, he paused, hissed, and asked him seriously: "Do you think Jiaojiao will like my nephew? Although she is a widow, she is quite capable. She is neither humble nor arrogant at a young age, and she is also very courageous. If she marries Yanqing, maybe she can guide him and maybe he can succeed in the future."
He became more and more excited as he spoke, and Boss Ma patted him on the shoulder.
"I think it's possible. They are about the same age, Yanqing's family is not bad, and we can have common topics. If she likes my nephew and gives more money for the betrothal gift, it won't be too unfair, don't you think, Yuanzhou?"
"..."
Song Yuanzhou pursed his lips and said nothing the whole time, but his expression became increasingly uglier.
After a long while, he only replied: "I don't know her."
Boss Ma nodded in approval: "That's true. You are ten years older than her, and you joined the army so early, so you probably don't know much about the village... But after all, you are from the same village now, and you live so close to each other, so you can help me find out what kind of person she likes. If it works out, you will definitely have to drink my wine!"
Thinking of what she said before about wanting to be a young lady in the city, Song Yuanzhou pulled the corner of his mouth and whispered to himself: "She should be looking forward to it..."